She is carrying my ancient joy, and I feel her
Touching the periphery of my consciousness when she is near
She cycles down a country lane her cotton dress
Flapping around her legs
She is a child from the wind’s homely womb
Born with fire heaving in her belly
Its twilight embers flashing and dying
Burning low but not burnt-out
That I have in mine
She has fallen asleep now under the tree
By the quiet river and I know her dreams
That I also dream
If never I become ingenuous and abandon like this
What is the weight upon me
Oh my twin of rest, of idyll, of wonder
This rock around my neck. How is it mine
A Tribute to a Beloved Father
This one gave me chills and left a huge smile across my face. What lovely gifts on a Saturday morning. I truly love playing catchup in Your room. It’s a feast of delight! Thank You, Lovely Vera!!! 🤗💖☀️😊❤️🦋🌼!
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That’s exactly what I feel about yours. ❤
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Ok. You just gifted the first huge smile of the day! Yay!!!! 😊💖☀️
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Love the weight of this work Vera! And BTW, I just nominated you for the “Mystery Blogger” award. Hope you don’t mind. 🙂
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I will start to work on it when I get the chance.
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Not to worry! It does take a bit of time and I know how busy you must be. Just wanted you to know how much I value your work! 🙂
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